Chapter 9 - Siempre me quedara
Title: Siempre me quedara
Pairings: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Characters: Daniel Agger, Captain
Words: 3,188
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU
Disclaimer: Never took place.
I don't know how many of you are still reading this story, but I have to say, the closer we get to the ending, the sadder I get. Really. No more nonsense blabbing. Enjoy this chapter.
Captain was sitting on a plastic chair with his head lowly hanging, his forehead practically touching his knees. His temples were pulsing with a strong, dull pain. His dark, thick hair were in mess, and the inner sides of his palms, as well as his leather jacket cuffs were covered with dried blood. Captain started to quiver. Minutes passed by slowly. Awfully slowly. Suddenly he stood up. Started to walk along the narrow hallway. He was alone. No sound of nurses chatting, or doctors, no views of patients mooching around the floors. He was completely alone. And for the first time in his life, he was completely terrified by this feeling.
"Why did I leave him alone?" Captain couldn't recall the moment, when he and Daniel went separate ways. He didn't hear voices calling for help, he didn't see people taking out guns, or anyone, anyone dragging Daniel out of the garden. Maybe he went out on his own? Maybe he wanted to get back to the apartment and on his way back he met a group of guys? Maybe he got easily provoked? Maybe instead of running away, he fought like an idiot, trying to snatch the last bits of dignity from the hands of his opponents? The more possibilities flood his mind, the more nervous he got. If anyone is going to ask, for anything, what is he supposed to say? "So we took part in this race, then went to a party, I mixed cocaine with crystal, I lost control over reality. As I got back to the real world, my friend was lying somewhere on the street, in a pool of blood, moaning something, probably dying. No, no, I wasn't the one who found him. I don't remember who did. I started looking for him in the rooms, then the garden, then somewhere on the street. Yes, yes, I did go to the right side at first, I didn't see him lying few meters away on the left side. I was high. I was hitting the stuff the entire night. You have to understand. I heard someone calling my name. I run that way. Daniel was on the ground. My friend, the one who found him, quickly disappeared. You know, no one wants to be involved. And, yes, yes, as I said. He was on the ground. Unconscious. He kept moaning. I don't know what he was saying. I was high. I called the 991. I think I was shouting something to the lady on the other side. And then, then happened what usually happens, they got there quickly, took him in and drove to the hospital"
No. Dear Lord. No. That's definitely not what's he's supposed to say. They'll take him for drugs. Start to look if maybe he has some more at his place. They'll ask about the race. Who was there, where it took place, what about money. He can't start talking, otherwise all the shit will come out. His dad often whitened his documents and every time he was faced to do so, he did it less pleasantly, as eventually, the consequences of his son's spicy pleasures threatened his high position.
Captain leaned against the wall. He tried calming down his breath. He was a coward. Fully aware of that. If it was him beaten almost to death, by some mindless fuckers, Daniel would stay with him no matter what would happen later on. That's how friendship works. That's how loyalty is build. But that's not how Captain was brought up to behave.
He looked around, scared that maybe guys from police department are already looking for someone, who might know anything about what happened. And if they are somewhere close, oh how fucked up Captain's situation was. He needed a fresh mind, very aware of what's going on. Then again, he needed to know what's going on with Daniel as well. So he took his jacket and his grey sweatshirt off, put it together and lied down on the row of plastic chairs. When he closed his eyes, for some few quick moments, he saw the events of the night vividly displaying in his mind. Then he fell asleep.
-
Someone started pulling his arm. He murmured something, then opened his eyes and rubbed them roughly. Captain completely lost track of time.
"What's with Daniel?"
"Excuse me?"
"Daniel Agger got here few hours ago and they have taken him - "
"Oh, yes, yes, I did the ward round, I just checked on him fifteen minutes ago"
"And?"
"I'm sorry, but are you a family member or his emergency call?"
"No, I came here with him"
"Alright, let's see what I can do"
-
Daniel lied in a room on a third floor. It was just a single room, all white, fresh, with the smell of medicaments and disinfectants spread in the air. The moment, Captain saw him - unconscious, bruised, with swollen face and right leg stiffened with something similar to plaster cast - it kind of taken his breath away. He wondered how could it happen, in such a short span of time, and why, why it always had to be them.
"We will keep him in a pharmacological coma for the next few days"
Captain nodded his head.
"His right leg, more precisely tibia, will take months to heal, as it was broken in few different places and we had to fixate the fracture with a plate and screws. It is difficult for now, to schedule next operation, as we have to wait few more weeks, to simply observe how the bone will react to this treatment, but as it is a natural process for bones to turnover, I hope it will come quite well. What's more - " she took a deep breath and looked onto some papers, then turned her gaze at the Captain "Bruises on his face will disappear in a matter of another few weeks and as the swelling will go down in, I believe, a week, he will be able to normally see and recognize the objects. And at last, the cuts. Both are almost thirty centimeters long and few millimeters deep, but as they appear on his back, they might be the most painful during the recovery process - "
At this moment Captain stopped listening to her. As everything she said, made him realize that, what happened to Daniel, wasn't just a senseless attack coming from a bunch of aggressive guys, who treat their victims as a lottery win. It had to be planned. Such precisely inflicted pain. A leg broken in few places - so he won't be able to walk. Two, large cuts on his back - so every time he will move, he will have to face new amounts of pain. So he won't forget. Only about what? Who wanted to take vengeance? Then, on the other, if Captain would know, would it change anything? What would he do? Take a gun and kill those people? That's idiotic. He haven't seen Daniel in ten years. A lot could have happen - way too much, for Captain to ever find out. And maybe someone had a fine reason. Because, well, there always is a reason.
"As you're the one, who, came here with him, I will need you to fill some papers"
Captain nodded his head. One more time.
"Excuse me, but what is your name again?"
"Mats" he mindlessly blurted out and when noticing a very questioning look on the doctor's face, he quickly added "Hummels"
-
He observed Daniel for next few hours. In complete silence and deep consternation. He watched those huge, multi-color bruises on his face. With his hand, he touched Dan's slender, long fingers. He was hungry and exhausted. Yet, kept on thinking about what will happen in another few hours. Will anyone come? Will anyone ask about anything? What about Daniel's parents? Where are they now, do they already know? And if they do, will they drop everything and come to Miami, or they will turn their backs on him, as they did every time, Dan was in trouble? For a short moment, Captain thought that Daniel has to have some other friends, that would appreciate being informed about this unfortunate accident. At least his work acquaintances. But how is he supposed to do this? Google it? That's stupid. Maybe they will transfer Daniel to New York? Or even Europe? Suddenly, Captain recalled a situation from few previous weeks, when he still was in England. In Daniel's apartment. Helping him unpack the boxes, though the word helping didn't really match it's original definition. There was the photo. The only photo Dan had. Of the boy. Maybe he should know, too? That boy. Who he was? And what would he do, if he knew Daniel was beaten almost to death? What was this boy's name? For a quick second Captain thought, he might even consider finding him. But what would he say to him? How he would explain, everything that happened? And most importantly, how he would explain himself? "Knowing Daniel, this bastard didn't say a thing about his past" Captain thought "Fucking weirdo"
-
"This is hell, right?"
That wasn't the first thing Daniel said, when he woke up. At first he moaned quietly, then sighed, then opened his eyes and was completely silent. It was difficult to communicate with him. Then he fell asleep and slept for another long, tiresome hours. He woke up again, mumbled something and then fell asleep one more time. Only after three days, he was able to formulate a simple sentence. And when usually people ask, about such prosaic things, as the hour of the day, place they are or even what happened at all, Daniel always had to show his different side.
"That's how I thought at first as well" Captain said with that cheerful voice, as he saw his friend getting back to the reality "How do you feel?"
And that was one of those silly questions, you should definitely not ask. Because, how he was supposed to feel? And even if he would decide to answer, would he find words to describe all that was going on inside of him? So, instead of answering, he tried doing something similar to shrugging his shoulders, which Captain found difficult to translate into his normal language.
"Okay, fine, I will go find your doctor"
-
It was hard for him to realize, how much time passed since the last time he was fully aware. Of his body, mind, situation. He couldn't also understand, what was happening to him, since the last time he was conscious, till the moment he finally woke up. He thought, he might have been drifting somewhere in a different universe. The scenes were flashing back in front of his eyes, and when he tried focusing on them, the moment was gone and so were his memories. Sometimes though, he heard voices coming from the outside. All of them muffled, as if constantly hitting the bubble, he was in, unable to break through. Where he was? He didn't know. What happened? He remembered lying on the pavement. He remembered dark, tall silhouettes. Blurry visions came on and off. Like a broken record. Sometimes he still heard their laughs. Somewhere in the back of his head. After all, most precisely he remembered the pain. Possibly because, when he woke up, it hit him again. The pain. It was there. Radiating from his leg, through his back, nape and face. He was blind in one eye. And the other one gave him only a fuzzy view of hospital reality. When he opened his mouth, to say something, his face mussels stretched and the bruises underneath his eyes and on his cheeks, started to burn with a strong pain. He couldn't feel the right side of his face. Like it wasn't there. Like he lost control over it. He lifted his hand, to touch his face. Scared maybe some of it was gone. But his hand didn't make it, and it dropped to the mattress and he was falling asleep again.
That was hell.
-
Captain would never think, that sitting in a hospital can be that tiring. He didn't want to be there. But then again some sort of weird, unknown power drawn him to this place. To this room. Guilty conscience? Possibly. Maybe it was, because he knew, that Daniel would never leave him? But how could he be so sure of it? Never is such a dangerous word. After all, he left Martin all those years ago. Maybe he would do the same this time. And when it came to Captain, maybe he should just pat Daniel's hand, smile elusively and say "You know what, Danny? I gotta go". To be honest, he tried that line many times, somehow it just couldn't leave his throat. But what left his throat, was just a bunch of unnecessary lines, that didn't really make any difference in Daniel's behavior. He just didn't react. And Captain tried hard. "You will be able to walk normally in half a year, you know?" or "The bruises seem to be smaller, I can actually see shape of your face". Dan just shrugged his shoulders, gave everyone a crooked smile, nodded his head and rarely said a word. And Captain was unable to find a way to get to him. He couldn't shout at him, call him names, give him drugs, drag him out to a party. How was he supposed to help him? That's why, he kept thinking about a quick run away. He often looked up flights to Thailand. There he would be safe. Besides, if anyone was bringing Daniel to so-called justice, how he could be sure, there won't be anyone coming after him? And what chances would he have? What if he wouldn't be as lucky as Daniel was? No, no, he had to run away. Pack his things and go. But he had to have a plan first.
-
It were two weeks already. More or less. Not every day Daniel asked about the date, so often, while being in a hebetude, he forgot how much time it passed since they brought him to the hospital. He hated hospitals. When he closed his eyes his memories brought him back to the moments, when it was Fernando lying in a bed, with all the medical machines connected to his body. He remembered not talking much at first. And now, when he saw Captain trying his best to entertain him, he felt simply embarrassed and taken aback, with his fake attitude. Daniel wanted to be alone. He didn't need anyone's compassion, empathy or pity. No one came, so Dan figured, Captain must be feeling some way obligated, to sit here with him every day. What for only? He didn't need anyone. Maybe. Maybe only one person. But it was too late to even ask for it, right?
-
"Feeling good today?"
Nurses in Miami were quite similar to those, Daniel had a chance to meet in Liverpool.
"Maybe"
That's how he always answered. Because, what else was there to say? That it hurts less than yesterday? Maybe. Sometimes. Or maybe he got adjusted to the pain? Maybe it hurts the same all the way, but his numb mind, started to be apathetic?
"Mr Agger, do cheer up! It's such a beautiful day! In few weeks, I'll be able to take you out on a walk!"
"On a fucking wheel-chair" he thought "Thanks, but no" but maybe he could use a bit of fresh air?
"I hate to say this - "
She made a dramatic pause.
"I have to change your back's dressing materials"
He shrugged his shoulders, and the lady just rolled her eyes, thinking he's one of those tough buddies, who like to pretend, they're not so scared, even if they are already shitting their pants. But that's not what Daniel was about. The pain was awful and if anyone asked, he would most certainly admit it. But the pain let his thoughts disappear. Not entirely, but he didn't have to think about his parents, his friends. Well, he didn't have a lot of friends. He perfectly knew that. He wasn't the friendly type. The type of person, people like to chat with in an elevator. Like to smile to, on their way for their first morning coffee. When thinking about friends, he mostly meant Sophie. She was his emergency call. She should be here a week ago. But she wasn't. His parent's didn't come either. His parents. He almost died, and they weren't here. Daniel felt shamelessly exposed, especially when he didn't know how the emotional pain found its way to exist. It was never there and suddenly it is. For few brief moments throughout a day, he felt his heart aching. Maybe it wasn't even the parent thing. Maybe it was, because he failed himself. Daniel was a very independent person. It was only him and his life. And his work. And his own, little world, he created, where he felt safe and untouchable. And now, everything he worked so hard for, all that he learned living a lonely life, didn't make sense.
"Okay" she said "This one went quite well, am I right?" her smile was amazingly honest. And wide. Radiating with happiness "Let's do the other one and you're free for tonight" she reached for another set of disinfections and adhesive bandages. Daniel would surely gave them a better look, since he was curious how they differ from the regular ones sold in drug stores, but he had to admit, to being temporarily blind.
"What are your plans for tonight?" she asked, when finished changing the bandages and Daniel could lay on bed again. That question honestly made him laugh. Interesting, because, what sort of plans he could have for tonight? Especially when he was unable to leave the bed on his own.
"Are you - " he started "trying to … ?"
"No! God no! I was just asking … " she was completely surprised with his sudden implication "Darling, no, I'm too old for you and I have a husband and - "
"Good, because I'm gay"
She went silent. And so did he. Then, after a moment, she bashfully smiled, as if she didn't know what to say or how to properly respond.
"Oh, so the guy visiting you here is your - "
And then Daniel did something, he didn't do in a really long time. He made a joke.
"Darling, God no, he's too much of a queen"
Moment, when the nurse heard Daniel, with his hoarse, tired voice impersonating her fake, British-like accent and the famous "darling, God no", she bursted out with a loud, honest laugh. Then, as she was making her way back to other patients, in other rooms, she stopped by the door, and when pointing a finger in Dan's direction, she said:
"You" and he turned his head "I like you" she smiled and while pulling a trolley with medicaments, she left his room.
Additional notes: as I didn't want to ruin the surprise and post the notes at the beginning, I have to do this here, anyway, I was long time looking for a "Captain" character and as I said, this would be a person, who Daniel Agger wasn't linked with earlier but as this is an AU and I can trick the reality and have some fun with it, I decided to bring Matts onto this story, and here is, in my opinion a very, very, very perfect gif-set found on tumblr, that in my opinion, perfectly pictures the "Captain" in my head and maybe helps some of you visualize the person in "real life": http://marcohan.tumblr.com/post/56338571864/supercup-press-conference and last thing is I actually can't believe i'm shipping a ship that never existed, it's just, excuse me hahahaha
Pairings: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Characters: Daniel Agger, Captain
Words: 3,188
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU
Disclaimer: Never took place.
I don't know how many of you are still reading this story, but I have to say, the closer we get to the ending, the sadder I get. Really. No more nonsense blabbing. Enjoy this chapter.
Captain was sitting on a plastic chair with his head lowly hanging, his forehead practically touching his knees. His temples were pulsing with a strong, dull pain. His dark, thick hair were in mess, and the inner sides of his palms, as well as his leather jacket cuffs were covered with dried blood. Captain started to quiver. Minutes passed by slowly. Awfully slowly. Suddenly he stood up. Started to walk along the narrow hallway. He was alone. No sound of nurses chatting, or doctors, no views of patients mooching around the floors. He was completely alone. And for the first time in his life, he was completely terrified by this feeling.
"Why did I leave him alone?" Captain couldn't recall the moment, when he and Daniel went separate ways. He didn't hear voices calling for help, he didn't see people taking out guns, or anyone, anyone dragging Daniel out of the garden. Maybe he went out on his own? Maybe he wanted to get back to the apartment and on his way back he met a group of guys? Maybe he got easily provoked? Maybe instead of running away, he fought like an idiot, trying to snatch the last bits of dignity from the hands of his opponents? The more possibilities flood his mind, the more nervous he got. If anyone is going to ask, for anything, what is he supposed to say? "So we took part in this race, then went to a party, I mixed cocaine with crystal, I lost control over reality. As I got back to the real world, my friend was lying somewhere on the street, in a pool of blood, moaning something, probably dying. No, no, I wasn't the one who found him. I don't remember who did. I started looking for him in the rooms, then the garden, then somewhere on the street. Yes, yes, I did go to the right side at first, I didn't see him lying few meters away on the left side. I was high. I was hitting the stuff the entire night. You have to understand. I heard someone calling my name. I run that way. Daniel was on the ground. My friend, the one who found him, quickly disappeared. You know, no one wants to be involved. And, yes, yes, as I said. He was on the ground. Unconscious. He kept moaning. I don't know what he was saying. I was high. I called the 991. I think I was shouting something to the lady on the other side. And then, then happened what usually happens, they got there quickly, took him in and drove to the hospital"
No. Dear Lord. No. That's definitely not what's he's supposed to say. They'll take him for drugs. Start to look if maybe he has some more at his place. They'll ask about the race. Who was there, where it took place, what about money. He can't start talking, otherwise all the shit will come out. His dad often whitened his documents and every time he was faced to do so, he did it less pleasantly, as eventually, the consequences of his son's spicy pleasures threatened his high position.
Captain leaned against the wall. He tried calming down his breath. He was a coward. Fully aware of that. If it was him beaten almost to death, by some mindless fuckers, Daniel would stay with him no matter what would happen later on. That's how friendship works. That's how loyalty is build. But that's not how Captain was brought up to behave.
He looked around, scared that maybe guys from police department are already looking for someone, who might know anything about what happened. And if they are somewhere close, oh how fucked up Captain's situation was. He needed a fresh mind, very aware of what's going on. Then again, he needed to know what's going on with Daniel as well. So he took his jacket and his grey sweatshirt off, put it together and lied down on the row of plastic chairs. When he closed his eyes, for some few quick moments, he saw the events of the night vividly displaying in his mind. Then he fell asleep.
-
Someone started pulling his arm. He murmured something, then opened his eyes and rubbed them roughly. Captain completely lost track of time.
"What's with Daniel?"
"Excuse me?"
"Daniel Agger got here few hours ago and they have taken him - "
"Oh, yes, yes, I did the ward round, I just checked on him fifteen minutes ago"
"And?"
"I'm sorry, but are you a family member or his emergency call?"
"No, I came here with him"
"Alright, let's see what I can do"
-
Daniel lied in a room on a third floor. It was just a single room, all white, fresh, with the smell of medicaments and disinfectants spread in the air. The moment, Captain saw him - unconscious, bruised, with swollen face and right leg stiffened with something similar to plaster cast - it kind of taken his breath away. He wondered how could it happen, in such a short span of time, and why, why it always had to be them.
"We will keep him in a pharmacological coma for the next few days"
Captain nodded his head.
"His right leg, more precisely tibia, will take months to heal, as it was broken in few different places and we had to fixate the fracture with a plate and screws. It is difficult for now, to schedule next operation, as we have to wait few more weeks, to simply observe how the bone will react to this treatment, but as it is a natural process for bones to turnover, I hope it will come quite well. What's more - " she took a deep breath and looked onto some papers, then turned her gaze at the Captain "Bruises on his face will disappear in a matter of another few weeks and as the swelling will go down in, I believe, a week, he will be able to normally see and recognize the objects. And at last, the cuts. Both are almost thirty centimeters long and few millimeters deep, but as they appear on his back, they might be the most painful during the recovery process - "
At this moment Captain stopped listening to her. As everything she said, made him realize that, what happened to Daniel, wasn't just a senseless attack coming from a bunch of aggressive guys, who treat their victims as a lottery win. It had to be planned. Such precisely inflicted pain. A leg broken in few places - so he won't be able to walk. Two, large cuts on his back - so every time he will move, he will have to face new amounts of pain. So he won't forget. Only about what? Who wanted to take vengeance? Then, on the other, if Captain would know, would it change anything? What would he do? Take a gun and kill those people? That's idiotic. He haven't seen Daniel in ten years. A lot could have happen - way too much, for Captain to ever find out. And maybe someone had a fine reason. Because, well, there always is a reason.
"As you're the one, who, came here with him, I will need you to fill some papers"
Captain nodded his head. One more time.
"Excuse me, but what is your name again?"
"Mats" he mindlessly blurted out and when noticing a very questioning look on the doctor's face, he quickly added "Hummels"
-
He observed Daniel for next few hours. In complete silence and deep consternation. He watched those huge, multi-color bruises on his face. With his hand, he touched Dan's slender, long fingers. He was hungry and exhausted. Yet, kept on thinking about what will happen in another few hours. Will anyone come? Will anyone ask about anything? What about Daniel's parents? Where are they now, do they already know? And if they do, will they drop everything and come to Miami, or they will turn their backs on him, as they did every time, Dan was in trouble? For a short moment, Captain thought that Daniel has to have some other friends, that would appreciate being informed about this unfortunate accident. At least his work acquaintances. But how is he supposed to do this? Google it? That's stupid. Maybe they will transfer Daniel to New York? Or even Europe? Suddenly, Captain recalled a situation from few previous weeks, when he still was in England. In Daniel's apartment. Helping him unpack the boxes, though the word helping didn't really match it's original definition. There was the photo. The only photo Dan had. Of the boy. Maybe he should know, too? That boy. Who he was? And what would he do, if he knew Daniel was beaten almost to death? What was this boy's name? For a quick second Captain thought, he might even consider finding him. But what would he say to him? How he would explain, everything that happened? And most importantly, how he would explain himself? "Knowing Daniel, this bastard didn't say a thing about his past" Captain thought "Fucking weirdo"
-
"This is hell, right?"
That wasn't the first thing Daniel said, when he woke up. At first he moaned quietly, then sighed, then opened his eyes and was completely silent. It was difficult to communicate with him. Then he fell asleep and slept for another long, tiresome hours. He woke up again, mumbled something and then fell asleep one more time. Only after three days, he was able to formulate a simple sentence. And when usually people ask, about such prosaic things, as the hour of the day, place they are or even what happened at all, Daniel always had to show his different side.
"That's how I thought at first as well" Captain said with that cheerful voice, as he saw his friend getting back to the reality "How do you feel?"
And that was one of those silly questions, you should definitely not ask. Because, how he was supposed to feel? And even if he would decide to answer, would he find words to describe all that was going on inside of him? So, instead of answering, he tried doing something similar to shrugging his shoulders, which Captain found difficult to translate into his normal language.
"Okay, fine, I will go find your doctor"
-
It was hard for him to realize, how much time passed since the last time he was fully aware. Of his body, mind, situation. He couldn't also understand, what was happening to him, since the last time he was conscious, till the moment he finally woke up. He thought, he might have been drifting somewhere in a different universe. The scenes were flashing back in front of his eyes, and when he tried focusing on them, the moment was gone and so were his memories. Sometimes though, he heard voices coming from the outside. All of them muffled, as if constantly hitting the bubble, he was in, unable to break through. Where he was? He didn't know. What happened? He remembered lying on the pavement. He remembered dark, tall silhouettes. Blurry visions came on and off. Like a broken record. Sometimes he still heard their laughs. Somewhere in the back of his head. After all, most precisely he remembered the pain. Possibly because, when he woke up, it hit him again. The pain. It was there. Radiating from his leg, through his back, nape and face. He was blind in one eye. And the other one gave him only a fuzzy view of hospital reality. When he opened his mouth, to say something, his face mussels stretched and the bruises underneath his eyes and on his cheeks, started to burn with a strong pain. He couldn't feel the right side of his face. Like it wasn't there. Like he lost control over it. He lifted his hand, to touch his face. Scared maybe some of it was gone. But his hand didn't make it, and it dropped to the mattress and he was falling asleep again.
That was hell.
-
Captain would never think, that sitting in a hospital can be that tiring. He didn't want to be there. But then again some sort of weird, unknown power drawn him to this place. To this room. Guilty conscience? Possibly. Maybe it was, because he knew, that Daniel would never leave him? But how could he be so sure of it? Never is such a dangerous word. After all, he left Martin all those years ago. Maybe he would do the same this time. And when it came to Captain, maybe he should just pat Daniel's hand, smile elusively and say "You know what, Danny? I gotta go". To be honest, he tried that line many times, somehow it just couldn't leave his throat. But what left his throat, was just a bunch of unnecessary lines, that didn't really make any difference in Daniel's behavior. He just didn't react. And Captain tried hard. "You will be able to walk normally in half a year, you know?" or "The bruises seem to be smaller, I can actually see shape of your face". Dan just shrugged his shoulders, gave everyone a crooked smile, nodded his head and rarely said a word. And Captain was unable to find a way to get to him. He couldn't shout at him, call him names, give him drugs, drag him out to a party. How was he supposed to help him? That's why, he kept thinking about a quick run away. He often looked up flights to Thailand. There he would be safe. Besides, if anyone was bringing Daniel to so-called justice, how he could be sure, there won't be anyone coming after him? And what chances would he have? What if he wouldn't be as lucky as Daniel was? No, no, he had to run away. Pack his things and go. But he had to have a plan first.
-
It were two weeks already. More or less. Not every day Daniel asked about the date, so often, while being in a hebetude, he forgot how much time it passed since they brought him to the hospital. He hated hospitals. When he closed his eyes his memories brought him back to the moments, when it was Fernando lying in a bed, with all the medical machines connected to his body. He remembered not talking much at first. And now, when he saw Captain trying his best to entertain him, he felt simply embarrassed and taken aback, with his fake attitude. Daniel wanted to be alone. He didn't need anyone's compassion, empathy or pity. No one came, so Dan figured, Captain must be feeling some way obligated, to sit here with him every day. What for only? He didn't need anyone. Maybe. Maybe only one person. But it was too late to even ask for it, right?
-
"Feeling good today?"
Nurses in Miami were quite similar to those, Daniel had a chance to meet in Liverpool.
"Maybe"
That's how he always answered. Because, what else was there to say? That it hurts less than yesterday? Maybe. Sometimes. Or maybe he got adjusted to the pain? Maybe it hurts the same all the way, but his numb mind, started to be apathetic?
"Mr Agger, do cheer up! It's such a beautiful day! In few weeks, I'll be able to take you out on a walk!"
"On a fucking wheel-chair" he thought "Thanks, but no" but maybe he could use a bit of fresh air?
"I hate to say this - "
She made a dramatic pause.
"I have to change your back's dressing materials"
He shrugged his shoulders, and the lady just rolled her eyes, thinking he's one of those tough buddies, who like to pretend, they're not so scared, even if they are already shitting their pants. But that's not what Daniel was about. The pain was awful and if anyone asked, he would most certainly admit it. But the pain let his thoughts disappear. Not entirely, but he didn't have to think about his parents, his friends. Well, he didn't have a lot of friends. He perfectly knew that. He wasn't the friendly type. The type of person, people like to chat with in an elevator. Like to smile to, on their way for their first morning coffee. When thinking about friends, he mostly meant Sophie. She was his emergency call. She should be here a week ago. But she wasn't. His parent's didn't come either. His parents. He almost died, and they weren't here. Daniel felt shamelessly exposed, especially when he didn't know how the emotional pain found its way to exist. It was never there and suddenly it is. For few brief moments throughout a day, he felt his heart aching. Maybe it wasn't even the parent thing. Maybe it was, because he failed himself. Daniel was a very independent person. It was only him and his life. And his work. And his own, little world, he created, where he felt safe and untouchable. And now, everything he worked so hard for, all that he learned living a lonely life, didn't make sense.
"Okay" she said "This one went quite well, am I right?" her smile was amazingly honest. And wide. Radiating with happiness "Let's do the other one and you're free for tonight" she reached for another set of disinfections and adhesive bandages. Daniel would surely gave them a better look, since he was curious how they differ from the regular ones sold in drug stores, but he had to admit, to being temporarily blind.
"What are your plans for tonight?" she asked, when finished changing the bandages and Daniel could lay on bed again. That question honestly made him laugh. Interesting, because, what sort of plans he could have for tonight? Especially when he was unable to leave the bed on his own.
"Are you - " he started "trying to … ?"
"No! God no! I was just asking … " she was completely surprised with his sudden implication "Darling, no, I'm too old for you and I have a husband and - "
"Good, because I'm gay"
She went silent. And so did he. Then, after a moment, she bashfully smiled, as if she didn't know what to say or how to properly respond.
"Oh, so the guy visiting you here is your - "
And then Daniel did something, he didn't do in a really long time. He made a joke.
"Darling, God no, he's too much of a queen"
Moment, when the nurse heard Daniel, with his hoarse, tired voice impersonating her fake, British-like accent and the famous "darling, God no", she bursted out with a loud, honest laugh. Then, as she was making her way back to other patients, in other rooms, she stopped by the door, and when pointing a finger in Dan's direction, she said:
"You" and he turned his head "I like you" she smiled and while pulling a trolley with medicaments, she left his room.
Additional notes: as I didn't want to ruin the surprise and post the notes at the beginning, I have to do this here, anyway, I was long time looking for a "Captain" character and as I said, this would be a person, who Daniel Agger wasn't linked with earlier but as this is an AU and I can trick the reality and have some fun with it, I decided to bring Matts onto this story, and here is, in my opinion a very, very, very perfect gif-set found on tumblr, that in my opinion, perfectly pictures the "Captain" in my head and maybe helps some of you visualize the person in "real life": http://marcohan.tumblr.com/post/56338571864/supercup-press-conference and last thing is I actually can't believe i'm shipping a ship that never existed, it's just, excuse me hahahaha